I have returned to Mehatoor, the return journey was uneventful. The corpse is still in a statis pod on the Indigatrix, I need to do paperwork to be allowed to bring it into the station. It appears that it is not easy to transport corpses in the Empire, even for research purposes. Well, of course in space capsuleers drag around mostly what they wish, but once docked, it is a different matter.
Tonight there is a social event hosted by the Directrix, to gather funds for a good purpose: the promotion of literature. It sounds like something I would like to attend, even though I do not have enough isk for even the lowest possible bid. Bidding starts at an outrageous 25 million isk, and that is 3 million more than what I have on my account. So I shall restrict myself to offering moral support for this cause. I also hope to meet others, especially people from the Arataka Research Consortium. Or maybe lady Ekatarina DeSilverstris.
The problem, of course, is that I do not know what today's social customs are. I have now a bit of an idea of contemporary music. Nevertheless, the last time I was at a social gathering that involved people who were not monks or clergy was over sixty years ago. Thank God I will get help, a chaperone. None the less than Ishta, that consummate socialite and connoisseur of music and fine liquors.
